The man's face was like jade, handsome and cold. Especially the gold-rimmed glasses perched on his nose, exuding an aura of sophisticated villainy that struck Ge Baitao to the core.
Seeing her frozen, Shao Cheng's voice was indifferent, "Where are you going? You just had surgery and need to be hospitalized for observation."
Ge Baitao snapped back to attention, her face flushing, "I'm fine!"
Shao Cheng glanced at the medical record in his hand, not looking up, "Does your lower abdomen not hurt?"
Ge Baitao endured the post-anesthesia pain, "...No."
Shao Cheng gave her a faint look, closed the medical record, and turned to leave.
"Discharge procedures on the second floor."
"Wait!"
Ge Baitao didn't know why she suddenly reached out and grabbed him. The moment Shao Cheng turned back, she let go as if shocked by electricity.
"Aren't you a doctor?"
Shao Cheng retracted his gaze expressionlessly, "I'm just a doctor. I can't stop a patient from going wherever they please if they're disobedient."
He paused, his eyes sharp, "Just like how I can't handle a drunkard who's acting out and vomiting everywhere."
Ge Baitao frowned, not understanding the meaning of his words.
Shao Cheng saw the confusion on her face and leaned in, suddenly closing the distance.
"What, have you forgotten so quickly?"
A faint scent of alcohol wafted into her nostrils, instantly stimulating Ge Baitao's forgotten memories.
In an instant, countless fragments from that night flooded her mind.
Ge Baitao's face turned ashen, her expression as if struck by lightning.
Shao Cheng curled his lips coldly, "It seems you remember now."
"Miss Ge is forgetful. Don't forget to compensate me for a shirt after you're discharged."
With that, Shao Cheng left, leaving Ge Baitao staring blankly.
The next second, a woman's screams of breakdown, shame, and regret echoed from the hospital room.
Hearing this, Shao Cheng adjusted his glasses, a faint smile playing at the corner of his eyes.
A phone rang in the hospital room.
Lou Yuming looked at the sleeping woman on the bed, got up, and took the phone out of her pocket.
It was Ge Baitao.
Lou Yuming glanced at Song Xi, not answering. But Ge Baitao was persistent, hanging up and calling again.
As Song Xi was about to be woken up, Lou Yuming's impatience flared, and he pressed the answer button.
A piercing scream shattered the air.
"Xixi! Tell me quickly, who was with me in the hotel that night!!!"
Lou Yuming felt his eardrums about to burst.
He frowned, his voice low, "Shao Cheng."
The moment he spoke, the other end of the line fell silent.
After a long pause, Ge Baitao cautiously, disbelief etched on her face, managed to squeeze out, "...Uncle Lou?"
On the bed, Song Xi heard the commotion and groggily saw Lou Yuming answering the phone.
She looked closely and realized he was holding her phone!
Song Xi was flustered, scrambling off the bed.
Who?
Song Xi's eyes were wide with panic, mouthing the question.
Lou Yuming handed her the phone to see.
Holy crap!
Song Xi almost swore.
What to do! What to do!
She paced back and forth like an ant on a hot pan, her anxiety mounting.
A flicker of displeasure crossed Lou Yuming's face. Did she really not want others to know about their relationship?
"Give me the phone!"
Song Xi reached out, biting her lip nervously.
Lou Yuming's brow furrowed.
Meanwhile, on the phone, Ge Baitao asked tremblingly, "...Is Xixi there?"
"No."
As Lou Yuming spoke, he also reached out to restrain the agitated Song Xi.
Ge Baitao asked suspiciously, "Then why is Xixi's phone with you?"
"Found it."
Song Xi's eyes widened. Ge Baitao wouldn't believe such a lie!
Unexpectedly, Ge Baitao said, "Oh, I see. Where are you now? Can you mail the phone to me?"
"I'll have someone bring it to you."
Then, he slowly hung up the phone.
Song Xi wriggled out from under his arm, saying urgently, "What now?"
"What else can we do?" Lou Yuming tossed the phone into her arms. "See if she believes it."
Song Xi was speechless. She glanced at the call history and questioned, "Why did you answer my call?"
"It was noisy."
"..." Song Xi was infuriated and started to put on her jacket, intending to leave.
"Where are you going?"
Lou Yuming grabbed her hand and pulled her into his embrace, making her sit on his lap.
"Let go!"
"Calm down," Lou Yuming's tone deepened. "If you rush over there now, won't it confirm your guilt? Don't you understand this simple logic?"
Song Xi glared at him. If he hadn't answered the phone without permission, none of this would have happened.
"As an actress, do I need to teach you how to act like someone who lost their phone?"
Song Xi pursed her lips.
Lou Yuming pinched her chin, his tone somewhat interrogative, "Why don't you want others to know about our relationship?"
Song Xi said, "Taozi knows."
"Knows what? She already knew before."
"But..." Song Xi hesitated before speaking, "We broke up before, and I told her. So she doesn't know we got back together."
Lou Yuming reached out and pinched her cheek, "You blab about everything."
Song Xi said, "That's not my fault. And lately, Taozi has been quite hostile towards you. Tell me honestly, did you do something to her?"